#tw: control

[igcttabe]

mark had delivered his speech to the press, the one that basically said he was HAPPY with how everything had happened and that he was GLAD a monster like john kramer was dead so the streets could be safe. yeah, that speech. a speech he would never have given if logan hadn’t CORNERED him into it but he knew how to stand there and act. he’d done it for years prior to arriving here and he just told himself that it was no different. it was, of course, it was but right now this was how it had to be. mark had found himself at the beach, at the spot where he and jorah often used to spend time drinking or talking together. he hadn’t expected for jorah to make an appearance… as far as mark was concerned he was far away -- he was safe and that was good. when he sensed someone approaching and knew it wasn’t rhaeyns he drew his gun from his belt and turned to aim it at the figure as a warning to back the fuck off. it was just that -- A WARNING. he hadn’t even taken the safety off but when he did see that it was jorah his gun was aimed away from his friend and to the floor instantly. in fact, he did one better and he threw the gun gently so it landed at jorah’s feet because he was desperate to show that it wasn’t what it looked like. “I  -- I WASN’T EXPECTING YOU.” his hands raised slightly because he didn’t know what was going to happen. would jorah want him dead like the rest of them? it wasn’t like mark could even tell his side. if jorah wanted him dead, if he wanted to hurt him. well, mark had just handed him the item to do so. “JORAH...”

@drunkcnsunlight​

[kissed-by-lightening-blog]

MOOD BOARD [ 3/? ] - all my friends are demons ; the team behind Alecto Carrow, c. 1979

                             we whispered in the devil’s ear,                                        “We are the storm.”

                                                     . . . 

@bloody-avery . @macnaired . @dxlxhxv

[igcttabe]

“ where you go, i go. ”

“i’m aware.” dick. “i don’t need my hand held when i go to the bathroom, do i?” he moved to get up out of the kitchen where he’d been sat at the breakfast far. tom needed a minute, one minute without seeing his brother’s face because it was quite literally the only thing he saw right now. oh, that and his bedroom ceiling when he lay awake at night not able to get a fucking second of sleep. was lawrence okay? how did he ask? he couldn’t. adrian would have rubbed it in by now if he’d hurt him, right? these questions bashing around inside his head didn’t help him and like his brother… they were always there.

@bcssbitchs​

[igcttabe]

❝ you don’t give yourself enough credit. ❞

tom loved marta, she was probably his best friend here apart from larry but that went without saying. he figured she felt the same way about andy too, the guy who he'd met a couple of times for drinks before they decided to leave it... there. it wasn't that the two of them didn't get on, he actually liked the guy, they had a lot in common BUT looking at a double of him was... fucking strange. “i knew this wasn’t just about coffee.” not that he would have ever turned down a catch up with her if he could help it, usually it was just work pending rather than anything but today he was free. “what is it that you think i deserve credit for?” no, he hadn’t exactly been forthcoming about his brother and ALL the terrible things he had done for him but it wasn’t easy. it also didn’t help that his brother was here and if he knew that tom had told... well, he wasn’t risking marta to that kind of torture because that’s what his brother did. TORTURE. tom had experience that since he was born but he’d already dug larry into it and he wouldn’t dig his best friend into this nonsense too. “i think it’s my face. it makes you love blind.” of course, he was teasing as he leaned back in his chair to take a sip of his coffee. 

@shcpcrsistcd​

[igcttabe]

"don't we deserve a happy ending?"

tom didn't even need time to contemplate the answer to that question and found himself instantly responding. “YOU DO.” he knew that he a biased stand point being completely in love with the man sat in front of him but it didn't stop him believing that all the same. larry had saved him, there was no doubt about it -- he hadn't just saved him from adrian well, that was still up for debate seeing as adrian was once again in the picture but he had also saved him from himself. what kind of fucked up individual needed saving from themselves? tom griffin... that's who. without larry he knew things would have gotten dark for him and quickly, he would still be fully drowning in adrian's control and god knows what he would have done for him. before lawrence had come into his life the answer was... ANYTHING which was dangerous and not just for himself but for anyone that got on the wrong side of his brother. tom moved himself around the table, standing behind lawrence so he could bring his hands to his lovers shoulders and give them a gentle rub. "and i will be here for as long as you want me to be trying to make sure i can give you that." tom continued to gently rub at his partner's shoulders, trying to do something nice for him and although his hands kept rubbing it didn't take long for tom's lips to find the sensitive skin on lawrence's neck. “do you have any idea how much i love you larry?” he wasn’t sure what had come over him, perhaps it was the question that had stirred this in him but whatever it was he needed larry to know... he wanted to tell him, he wanted to show him, he needed him to know that he loved him more than he thought it was possible to ever love a person. his lips still working on the gentle attack of his partner’s neck as as his hands now gripped onto his partners shoulders. tom couldn’t reach his partners lips without him turning in his chair seeing as he was stood behind him but he was happy to tease and torture the both of them with neck kisses instead. 

@drunkcnsunlight​

[slavetothesection]

❛ I will kill you without spilling your blood on the ground, not touching you with my hand, not giving you one glance. ❜ ~~control verse?~~

Control-Leland laughed, the sound spreading like an oil slick across the room.  “Oh, darling,” it’s an affectionate name, delivered as an insult, “your attempts at combating me are amusing at best.  You are mine.  Body.  Heart. Soul. Mind. Ship.”  Every word is punctuated with a step forward, until they’re breathing the same air- or would be if Pris wasn’t so short.  “I could kill you with a thought. Snuff you out of the stars.  But you’re going to be my queen, so I won’t.  My beautiful,” he makes sure her body can’t move, “submissive,” tilts her head up just so, “queen.” And seals it with a kiss. 

[ecstatic-velocity]

One thing that really bothers me is when peoples significant others won't let them talk to other people. It's typically boyfriends who won't let their girlfriends talk to other men (or at least that's what I've personally seen), but I'm sure it happens with all sorts of other genders too. Like, do you really not trust her enough to talk to someone else? Seriously? Do you really need to be so in control of them that you will impede them from communicating with the person organizing a study group? They're an adult, they can make their own decisions. Something about this dynamic seems like it is not right.

I know it's not my place to judge other people's relationships, if they're both happy, that's great. There's a point, however, when being in contact with someone else might be important. Like, ya know, if they want to be in a study group.

Basically it all boils down to this: try to trust your significant other. You're in a relationship for a reason. Hopefully its because you actually respect them, not just that you want to keep them all to yourself. Take the time to talk to them. Understand that they most likely want you to be happy to. They aren't some sex crazed being who'll go out and hook up with anything that moves. They aren't going to leave you without a reason, and the more you try to control them, the more of a reason you might be giving them. Just take that into account.

[thenotsosilentmonk]

So today something surprising happen. First of dad was being very controlling and self-centered and such around his visitor and woke me up asking me stuff and kept being rude until I gave him so many answers to a whole bunch of questions and got mad at me and told me to get me out of bed and few minutes later told his visitor of how lucky I am that I wasn't living his life or I would have been, well...anyway, dad kept adding me to the conversation and asking bunch of questions and I wasn't feeling well, tired, and didn't want to be included, and he kept at it.  Finally I trying to work with it and help the visitor with this assessment, but than dad kept cutting me off and everything, and saying I was trying to put things into his head he didn't want in there or something.

Long story shot I finally manage to get up stairs and look at Shirtless Doctor, AKA my brother who was giving me the usual look when dad and I get at it a bit.  Than after bit of silence I think, he admits dad was being over, well, controlling and such. After few words about this I started crying and explain I just wanted to at least have my opinion out for once and full and he just give me that sad look, cause we both know officially the least favorite child, me, and favorite child, him, have it the hardest, very much so when we are at home.  Lets say after this he watched some funny Star Wars thing and Old Spice commercials and this helped. I felt much better.

Than later I asked him to get the mower out for me when I don't feel nauseated, he says he gets nauseated like me sometimes and understands. When he did this I saw dad left hoes and sprinklers out and I ask him to tell dad this, he said next time I had to do it, but understood why this time it happened....Dad only picked up a certain area, oh well.

Than I came inside and dad wanted to talk, oh dear, apparently my brother told him he hurt my feeling and such, and this really surprised me. I was really grateful my brother went up to my dad and told him cause usually I can't do it myself or another argument happens. I tried to cut dad off as soon as possible since already he was popping up excuses for himself. 

Anyway I just wanted to thank my brother for being really good to me this summer and even before. He bought me things, like Thor 2, he shared more, taught me things, helped me out on this, got less mad and less arguments and more neutral ground and understanding.This started one night when he wanted to talk alone, and told me he felt resented towards me for some odd reason and was going to  try and understand why he felt this and felt mad around me a lot, and that he was going to try and change that. Anyway, I just going to finish on how grateful I am of my brothers, gay and straight because all three been grate help in all sorts of this, one being me, social skills, school, and big one, dad. And how proud I am to have a shirtless Doctor as my brother. 

Dear Brother,

Though you won't see this probably, I am going to be evil and post this too. So thank you big little brother, and I am proud of you and how i have you as my brother, and no matter how low of a self image, self-esteem issue you have, your girlfriend does deserve a man like you, and any girl who dates you and your future wife, to me and others, you make a wonderful boyfriend and no doubt be a wonderful husband and father. So stop acting like such a booby.

Love and pride, LiE